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SOSA (day off #3): escaping

29 April 2012 2,365 views One Comment

did i just have nine hours kip.? • get ready • one of the things i like most about my days off is being in the bathroom in the daylight • i’m meeting some of the girls to go on a tour, walk into Ubud – it’s very quiet • walk around the lotus gardens, super quiet • sometimes i think lotus flowers are so extraordinary and unique they don’t look real • meet Emmie, she had the same idea to see the lotus flowers too • we meet our tour bus and tourists :) • driving out of Ubud, feels good to get some distance and to be moving • i guess these are small villages or suburbs that we’re going through • our tour guide, Joe, is giving a good (predictable) chat and we’re enjoying his quasi cockney-aussie-yank pronunciation depending on which word he says • stop to look over a gorge to tiered rice fields. the morning haze in the sun beams is marvellous • about twenty minutes later we arrive in/ around Kedisan, north east of Ubud • from here we have a really clear view of Mt Batur, it’s a volcano inside a volcano, now that’s pretty cool • the outside, big volcano is super old and effectively we, and everything we’re looking at, is inside the crater • the inside, smaller volcano is Mt Batur and it’s still smokin’ in places (last eruption was within the last ten years i think) • sitting with us in the crater is the biggest lake on Bali, Lake Batur; there looks to be a fair amount of fishing village activity down there • the clouds are hanging low over the volcano and the surrounding hills, i’m in heaven • breakfast buffet • breakfast eating on the outdoor terrace overlooking the magnificent view • it’s cool because we’re quite high, the sun is nice, the scene is special, the pancakes are plentiful, this has already been worth it • back on the bus • Emmie, Sarah and i are enjoying the chance to chat properly rather than squash a few things in around our classes • we’re at some sort of Bali-food place, there are samples of indigenous herb, fruit & veg plants. there are also some of those cats that eat/ poo coffee, i don’t dig that, i just don’t • tea and coffee tasting, not in the mood but the view is pretty enough • alright, we’re done here… • tour bus • arrive at bike HQ, now you’re on • bikes, helmets, instructions etc • downhill coasting through villages and rice paddies, this is glorious • actually i feel a bit rough, but this is still awesome • stop at a compound, i sit and watch some ladies making a mat (probably ten by ten feet) from palm • just like when i’ve spent time at Baan San Fan, i’m fascinated by the pace, the methodology, the relaxation, the ease • i can’t help but think.. i’m here, a western girl, studying an eastern art/ science about the journey to unite your body, heart and mind, to find peace is another way to look at it. so i can’t help but think.. are these ladies united, are they at peace. they look like they’ve got it nailed • Sarah, Emmie and i muse on that for a bit and then whistle it off with some more bike riding • sometimes we come out to really open views which is wonderful although we’re very exposed to the heat, which is now intense • and other times we roll through some narrower village lanes, the children all shout ‘hello’ and the grandparents hold up the babies to see us • in one village we stop to look at a great big statue with ten heads which won a contest between schoolchildren. Joe is explaining what all of this means, i half get it, but then i’m only half listening. most impressive is that this massive thing is made of polystyrene so it can be moved easily, also there is a new government law to stop the village burning the polystyrene, they have to reuse it. nice • more free wheeling • we’ve stopped at the biggest tree ever, as we roll over i’m whispering ‘it’s like Avatar’, d’you know how many times i’ve said that in Bali..? • we’ve got to go uphill. this is not cool • gears went kaput so i’m walking up anyway, ha ha • more villages, more children, more chickens, more awesome landscape • we stop by a field and some of our tour hop into the field to play with the rice. i sit under a tree reading Coelho • bike ride finishes by a river • our tour bus is running late to collect us, not a probe but then it comes crashing through the river and skids up the bank, good entrance • cold flannels, lovely • Sarah and Emmmie are bike riding to the lunch stop. good on ’em. i’m not well enough :( • it’s nice to be on the bus with the air con (sorry) • the tour company also own the restaurant where we’re finishing, it’s beautiful, like one big, open, chunky wood verandah, surrounded by fields n foliage • utterly delicious lunch. we’re given our own speciality vego plates and we’ve definitely done well: pakoras, noodles, wok-fried greens with fresh coconut & chilli. plus there’s buffet, the highlight of which, fresh gado gado rolls – raw vegetables wrapped in cooked cabbage leaves with sloshings of peanut sauce • everyone enjoys the good lunch as we have a chance to chat with some of the other tourists which is cool • the sky is getting darker, the clouds are rolling • back on the bus • oh yeah, our timing was good, the rain is starting to plop down • one of those quiet bus rides where everyone is tired • it feels later than it is, because of the early start and the now dark skies • it’s been a wonderful day out • individual drop offs, it’s only spitting by the time i’m walking up my drive and back home • shower • crash • reading, writing, squirming around, listening to music • not feeling amazing but there’s notalot i can do about it • sleep really early which is perfect


Previous posts about this trip

SOSA (17/200): awakening
SOSA (51/200): absorbing
run through the rice fields
SOSA (day off): enjoying
SOSA (102/200): deepening
SOSA (day off #2): indulging
SOSA (151.5/200): exploring
SOSA (afternoon off!): vegging

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